Don’t Forget Love

I don’t want what we have here. Set it free,
This trouble: alterations, altercations,
Imprecations, strife among the nations,
Evolution into tragedy,
Or harmony, some sort of destiny
Now undercut by careless depredations
In the darkness here between the stations.
Don’t forget love. Don’t remember me.

There were some tender moments, but they’re done,
All gone: the impetus, the style, the groove,
The music of the spheres. Don’t stand there — move
Towards some goal: the true, the good, the sun,
A better dream than this. Ask anyone,
It’s time to go. Don’t wait. Things won’t improve.